Agatha Christie – Lord Edgware Dies

‘One moment, Inspector,’ said Mr Moxon in his ponderous legal voice. ‘When am I to understand that this—er—regrettable—most shocking—occurrence took place?’

‘Round about ten o’clock last night, sir.’

‘Why, that’s all right,’ said Jane sharply. ‘I was at a party—Oh!’ She covered her mouth up suddenly. ‘Perhaps I oughtn’t to have said that.’

Her eyes sought the solicitor’s in timid appeal.

‘If, at ten o’clock last night, you were—er—at a party, Lady Edgware, I—er—I can see no objection to your informing the inspector of the fact—no objection whatever.’

‘That’s right,’ said Japp. ‘I only asked you for a statement of your movements yesterday evening.’

‘You didn’t. You said ten something m. And anyway you gave me the most terrible shock. I fainted deadaway, Mr Moxon.’

‘About this party, Lady Edgware?’

‘It was at Sir Montagu Corner’s—at Chiswick.’

‘What time did you go there?’

‘The dinner was for eight-thirty.’

‘You left here—when?’

‘I started about eight o’clock. I dropped in at the Piccadilly Palace for a moment to say goodbye to an American friend who was leaving for the States—Mrs Van Dusen. I got to Chiswick at a quarter to nine.’

‘What time did you leave?’

‘About half-past eleven.’

‘You came straight back here?’

‘Yes.’

‘In a taxi?’

‘No. In my own car. I hire it from the Daimler people.’

‘And whilst you were at the dinner you didn’t leave it?’

‘Well—I—’

‘So you did leave it?’

It was like a terrier pouncing on a rat.

‘I don’t know what you mean. I was called to the telephone when we were at dinner.’

‘Who called you?’

‘I guess it was some kind of hoax. A voice said, “Is that Lady Edgware?” And I said, “Yes, that’s right,” and then they just laughed and rang off.’

‘Did you go outside the house to telephone?’

Jane’s eyes opened wide in amazement.

‘Of course not.’

‘How long were you away from the dinner table?’

‘About a minute and a half.’

Japp collapsed after that. I was fully convinced that he did not believe a word she was saying, but having heard her story he could do no more until he had confirmed or disproved it.

Having thanked her coldly, he withdrew.

We also took our leave but she called Poirot back.

‘M. Poirot. Will you do something for me?’

‘Certainly, Madame.’

‘Send a cable for me to the Duke in Paris. He’s at the Crillon. He ought to know about this. I don’t like to send it myself. I guess I’ve got to look the bereaved widow for a week or two.’

‘It is quite unnecessary to cable, Madame,’ said Poirot gently. ‘It will be in the papers over there.’

‘Why, what a headpiece you’ve got! Of course it will. Much better not to cable. I feel it’s up to me to keep up my position now everything’s gone right. I want to act the way a widow should. Sort of dignified, you know. I thought of sending a wreath of orchids. They’re about the most expensive things going. I suppose I shall have to go to the funeral. What do you think?’

‘You will have to go to the inquest first, Madame.’

‘Why, I suppose that’s true.’ She considered for a moment or two. ‘I don’t like that Scotland Yard inspector at all. He just scared me to death. M. Poirot?’

‘Yes?’

‘Seems it’s kind of lucky I changed my mind and went to that party after all.’

Poirot had been going towards the door. Suddenly, at these words, he wheeled round.

‘What is that you say, Madame? You changed your mind?’

‘Yes. I meant to give it a miss. I had a frightful headache yesterday afternoon.’

Poirot swallowed once or twice. He seemed to have a difficulty in speaking.

‘Did you—say so to anyone?’ he asked at last.

‘Certainly I did. There was quite a crowd of us having tea and they wanted me to go on to a cocktail party and I said “No.” I said my head was aching fit to split and that I was going right home and that I was going to cut the dinner too.’

‘And what made you change your mind, Madame?’

‘Ellis went on at me. Said I couldn’t afford to turn it down. Old Sir Montagu pulls a lot of strings, you know, and he’s a crotchety creature—takes offence easily. Well, I didn’t care. Once I marry Merton I’m through with all this. But Ellis is always on the cautious side. She said there’s many a slip, etc., and after all I guess she’s right. Anyway, off I went.’